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Poster: fenario80 Date: Jun 22, 2009 12:29pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Now I Feel Like a Stranger

Is Bob feeling so odd and out of it that he feels like a stranger to himself?

Or is the statement "I feel like a stranger" perhaps more akin to something like "I feel like a cheeseburger"? This is the question ... In the tradition of his other prowling songs like "Lazy Lightning," I always opt for the latter interpretation.

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Poster: Styrofoam Cueball Date: Jun 22, 2009 12:49pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Now I Feel Like a Stranger

I just know I like it better when Weir sings the "Silky Silky" line (which he doesn't always do.)

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Poster: barongsong Date: Jun 23, 2009 1:06pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Now I Feel Like a Stranger

Yup I agree that's when you can tell Bobs umm "feeling it"

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Poster: veblen Date: Jun 22, 2009 1:18pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: "stranger to himself"...

"stranger to himself"...a great traffic tune!!!

(winwood/capaldi)

struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain

through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well
blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger
he's but a stranger to himself

suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole
his hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDA0udyk7FY

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Poster: fenario80 Date: Jun 22, 2009 1:31pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 'stranger to himself'...

There is also the great Sandy Denny song -

He was a stranger to himself,
A spy in his own camp,
And his money was his health,
All thrown to the dust by his very own hand.

Yet his beauty lingered still,
Beyond the draining of the sand,
But greener was the other side of the hill,
Richer was the other man's land.

But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would.
We loved him, loved him like no others could,
And she loved him, loved him like a lover should.

Take good care of an aching heart,
You never can replace it.
You know you are the master of your art,
You'll realise that when you think it fit.

Those orbs of blue are jading away,
No laughter from these dances.
Yet you're bound to remember this one day,
Hazards are risks, and risks are chances.

You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare,
Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there,
'Cause you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care.


Richard Thompson might have had a hand in writing that one.

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Poster: SomeDarkHollow Date: Jun 22, 2009 1:46pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 'stranger to himself'...

And from my "head banging" past (Ah, who am I kidding? I still like these guys):

Is this all thats left
Of my life before me
Straight jacket memories, sedative highs
No happy ending like theyve always promised
Theres got to be something left for me

And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
Ive always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare (Kind of the creepy vibe one might get while listening to Bob sing "...and a girl who's just 14")

This post was modified by SomeDarkHollow on 2009-06-22 20:46:13

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Poster: William Tell Date: Jun 23, 2009 7:29pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 'stranger to himself'...

Was thinking exactly that...great tune.